To another rider.
But then realized he wouldn't listen.
He was riding a fairly new Triumph Speed Twin with the muffler and fenders removed.
He was parked on the sidewalk in front of my local gym, on the sidewalk, right in front of a big sign that said, "NO MOTORCYCLE PARKING".
Of course he had no helmet, and he wasn't wearing goggles or even sunglasses... Not any gloves either.. Just a T-shirt and jeans.
Initially I wanted to suggest that he wear a helmet, but when I saw all the other red flags I just let it go.
He was probably 23 years old.
A day before that I was riding my Shadow at a good clip on a busy State Highway with 3 lanes per side... Some guy on a 600 cc crotch rocket zips up through the traffic, weaving in an out of the cars... The whole time his right turn signal is flashing.
I caught up with him at the next light. I pulled up beside him, flipped up my modular helmet, and told him that his turn signal was still on.
He replied in Portuguese that he didnt speak English...
I knew what he was saying because it's close to Spanish and I had to learn some Portuguese in a previous life.
I live in Texas, so you can get a license if you only speak Spanish... But Portuguese?
Of course, this guy wasn't wearing a helmet either, nor gloves or a jacket... but at least he had sunglasses.
It's hard not to be a grumpy old man sometimes.
But then realized he wouldn't listen.
He was riding a fairly new Triumph Speed Twin with the muffler and fenders removed.
He was parked on the sidewalk in front of my local gym, on the sidewalk, right in front of a big sign that said, "NO MOTORCYCLE PARKING".
Of course he had no helmet, and he wasn't wearing goggles or even sunglasses... Not any gloves either.. Just a T-shirt and jeans.
Initially I wanted to suggest that he wear a helmet, but when I saw all the other red flags I just let it go.
He was probably 23 years old.
A day before that I was riding my Shadow at a good clip on a busy State Highway with 3 lanes per side... Some guy on a 600 cc crotch rocket zips up through the traffic, weaving in an out of the cars... The whole time his right turn signal is flashing.
I caught up with him at the next light. I pulled up beside him, flipped up my modular helmet, and told him that his turn signal was still on.
He replied in Portuguese that he didnt speak English...
I knew what he was saying because it's close to Spanish and I had to learn some Portuguese in a previous life.
I live in Texas, so you can get a license if you only speak Spanish... But Portuguese?
Of course, this guy wasn't wearing a helmet either, nor gloves or a jacket... but at least he had sunglasses.
It's hard not to be a grumpy old man sometimes.